If man is dust

those who go through the plain

are men

- Apparition, Octavio Paz, trans. Eliot Weinberger


Wednesday, 30 March 2011



Two birds beaking in a summer morning's dream hill strewn
with roses and perfect music in a white kite
lush fruits wings
and that girl who could make me a man desiring her in bliss
Moving through the always of her hair I love her.
With a gentleness
that she won't disclose she lifts my soul and brings me
to the eternal garden.
Here she glows with the soft language of sex and takes me
through the straight road of love.
Where her breasts are peace and her lips powerful fresh flowers.

At night the sweat and pure kingdom in her navel.

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

Light Paints

Light Paints

the night
              is a swan

alone or in pairs,
        the singers of heaven

seven realms of peace

spring bird,
        spring bird



    in veins,

silent lanes turn
the sky

your eyes still carry light,
       and love's
              supernatural victories,


cloud wing golden afternoon

Friday, 11 February 2011


~ Untitled ~

You only loved Marlon Brando,

A thousand falcons
            Fly across the city
                          Towards sunset.

To turn the tune,
you play the Sphinx.

Loved his body,
Hated his guts.

I spend my days
         Practising many kinds
Of laughter

You only loved Marlon Brando.

Wednesday, 22 December 2010

Saturday, 18 December 2010

Haiku - I

Cats with modern eyes,
The streets under winter's wing;
And mirrors within.

Saturday, 11 December 2010

Thursday, 9 December 2010

The Horses from Sayerianowe

The Horses from Sayerianowe

Pine trees revolving
Like love songs,
Sunshine of your lips,
World speaking thru signs

Jade goddess,
I love your eager armpits,
You record the memories of a blue town,
They touch your sacred heart with light

Shiv waits beyond the blue curtain,
His face misty and his primal eyes
Holding a vision of the secret land,
Outside, a silent city smiles.

Star shine eyes,
Your skirt so inviting,
I could be in love,
Would you holiday with me, in beauty?

Write me a song,
Write me the rhythm of your adventures,
Of how you charmed the horses from Sayerianowe,
Write me a prayer from your days in the sky.

The return, the return,
To the other room of love,
Muhammad radiant in prayer and delight,
And angels in flight, singing a thread of storm .

I am stone, I am light
I am you,
I am the memory of eagles,
I am wild tonight, and you are by the lake.

Freedom freedom freedom
The horses from Sayerianowe are alive again,
Light fairy, hold my hand and lead,
I am happy in your touch.

Silver girl,
The roads coil before her,
She waits beneath a tree and calls for an angel,
The dance must herald future.

In rings we stand,
Soldiers of love, in our final city,
Singing your praise,
O infinite painter of the firmament.

Guardians of the deserts,
I hear your hypnotic wedding music,
I see the fireworks go wild in breeze
Send me a bird, I lost my way

Isai, nurse my wounds,
Hold me in your body
Give me the lions insane in love,
And swans who carve dreams, in beauty.

Trance now, big girl
Your smoke smoke smoke eyes,
Let me read to you this eve,
The lore of blue giraffes.

I have found you now, creator,
smiling visage in a blue and cotton sky,
Under our feet, beneath these forests,
The sounds of tomorrow move.

The compass points at your soul,
And a Zeiyne baby shines in the sky,
Coconut trees and a lazy moon
Get me high.

Beak of cotton, blue sunshine,
Palms of light and lilies
In her lotus garment, she summons the day
And whispers love and silence.

Girl, you sing the blues
On lonely rooftops; kind angel I disturb your hair
You are a name in the dusk,
And your fragrance moistens the forgotten room.

In Sayerianowe, the prophets fall in love,
The poets are birds in solar garments,
In a moment of love, she sees through time,
Discards her camouflage, remembers me.

Light walkers in the new alley,
Their hearts open at dawn,
The children of children glow in beauty
I find my way to the rose carnival.

In a turquoise land,
You dream in piano spirals;
There are lovers in the afternoon,
Nude among the roses, kissing.

Because I love you,
You come riding through the sands,
Because I love you,
You are born.

Slow walking in paradise,
Among mist and starshine,
Fish of many colours
Play in the lake; we know the road to light.

Night descends, salvation begins,
Inside my mind, you sketch directions.
Under the rainbow in Sayerianowe,
You became mine, heroine of the winds.

Magick cloaks to warm her skin,
Feathers to stroke her breasts;
In a backdrop of amaranth,
I am taken by her breath.

And once more angel, I must speak to you,
and forget you,
But I will remember always
The wet flame of your voice.

The tree of happiness
Is nourished by supergod,
The fruits are forever,
And our mouths full.

The power infinite, the sway in the sky,
The pigeons ecstatic,
The fable of love is moulded in your palms,
Sometimes, surrender is rebellion.

This darkness and the viola,
This need for your eyes
To love me; winter's electric architecture,
and the sepia of your lips.

Peace lives
in the lanes of Sayerianowe,
The clock is the friend of angels,
Clouds for you, love, and a tower too.

Saturday, 27 November 2010

Sunday, 21 November 2010


This is a photograph of young Amaan from Shillong, who was intrigued by my camera, and after watching it for a while, during which time we built a wonderful rapport, devised his own with a piece of wire he found somewhere and was ready to click me. I found his innocence and imagination both very striking.


Wednesday, 10 November 2010


The memorial meeting to condole P. Lal's death will be held at St Xavier's College Auditorium on Saturday, 13 November, 3 pm onwards. All friends, well-wishers, former students are welcome.

Friday, 5 November 2010

Tuesday, 2 November 2010



Feathers in the air,
Feathers on the way,
Feathers through the sunshine
alien's body
Feathers around your angel skull,
Feathers in your dream,
in the heart of the grassland
Feathers in the thoughts of the landscape
Feathers in orange or blue,
Feathers across the road,
in the balloon seller's coat,
Feathers beyond you
and I

in the room of glass and perfumes,
Feathers in a twilight scream,
Feathers for the demon's rage,
Feathers in the returning saint's infinite power
Feathers through the
cozy breath of time
Feathers in your embrace of peace,
in the voice that sings
Feathers through cyberspace,
Feathers for the hours you and I
remember the promises
of St. Dusk

and for the minutes we sip on tea
and shine.
Feathers for the ritual of light,
Feathers in the dance,
through the voyage in time,
in our hearts
towards the homes of love

Come shine eagle
Come see the light at your door.

Monday, 1 November 2010

And once more angel, I must speak to you,
and forget you,
But I will remember always
The wet flame of your voice.

Thursday, 7 October 2010

Flowers in the mirror,

A light smoke for your soul,
Tell me, where is my burnt town?
And where, the bag of pink feathers?

Sunday, 3 October 2010

Tuesday, 28 September 2010

Tuesday, 21 September 2010

Thursday, 16 September 2010

Friday, 10 September 2010

Sunday, 29 August 2010

Thursday, 19 August 2010

Photographs / Photo Art

      Shrimoyee Chakraborty

Friday, 13 August 2010

Because I love you,
You come riding through the sands,
Because I love you,
You are born.

Monday, 9 August 2010

slow walking in paradise,
among mist and starshine.

Friday, 6 August 2010

Thursday, 5 August 2010


Sunday, 27 June 2010

Notes - II

Notes - II


Abrupt breeze
Inside the heart
Of this tungsten evening,

Voices of love
Across time’s storylines,

Supergod breathes upon the ellipse
Of your memory

Lunar triangles awaken now.


The noiseless call,
The white opera,

I hear.

In the temple of the Buddha,
All be free,

In his electric house,
All be music.

I hear.

In a violet cadence,
The hills throb.


Night and rains,

Dust from another city
Becomes alive,
A room of indigo animals.

You measure the pace
Of my love,
With a gauge on your tongue.

Sunshine lungs,
Street song diaries,

I touch
Your hand, fierce angel;
Won’t you tremble?


[ on a bandh day ],

The stores are mostly closed,

Parlours with pretty names
Stare into an empty world,

One or two half-opened shutters
Of shops
Which sell cigarettes;

The stillness of murder and protest
Is broken by children,

The thud
Of an orange soccer ball,
And cricket on wild afternoon slopes.

I wander around
Under a gold sky
With a camera,
By churches, newspapermen
And rough graffiti,

I can’t find a place to buy dinner.


Haze and I,
The house where flowers grew,

The house which breathed
In slow movements
Of the stars,

Now it rains, now the jade fairies go crazy
And celebrate
The birth of love with rice;

Suleiman is speaking to jinns again.

Saturday, 24 April 2010


                  - for U.

Shining inside a forest,
Your eyes capture the night,

Sight and dream look for home,
on a wild terrestrial adventure,

Sky maps unfold in your  song,
New villages come alive,

We speak of the universe,
and it's fresh dance,

Your body once more,
an orange factory of truth,
my words are sore and clever,

Sit softly on the stone,
It hears your breathing,
Hears your prayer,

Hears your voice as it moves
thru the snake
lanes of love.

Come running tonight,
Come in poetry tonight,

Come in spirals and grey architecture.

Tuesday, 13 April 2010

Piano for S.

Piano for S.

Eyes kissed by sunlight

Doors open beyond
the third horizon

You carry love in your lunar body
Your body of rainbow, silence and piano

My nails slowly turn
into white seahorses

Sounds of water water water water sound water

Earth magnets
calling the goddess
in beauty, love
and sapphire stones.

Grey nets of love.

Jewels on your
gentle, naked, electric

Heart of light
Heart of the pterodactyl
Heart of sunshine
Heart of death
Heart of the native ox
Heart of wild honey

Monday, 5 April 2010

Somethings - another experiment in controlled surrealism

Somethings - another experiment in controlled surrealism

Rose water
lovers sands
eye scape
Love heal
Ottoman movement
Love maniac
Orpheus affair
Death nose
Spirit jazz
cosmo casatta

circular navel
Port Phallus
Drums flutes
fire heal
who They
angel jazz
Potter khayyam
Ruben Carter

dave matthews
Beckham Jesus
Love potion
so what
? !

Friday, 5 March 2010

~ hyacinths and the science of protons ~

~ hyacinths and the science of protons ~

Earth's angels in love. Dancing. Landscapes melting. Raining. Flight of the queen. Protons inside my navel. A science of beauty.

Leap. Reveal. Kiss me deeper. Movement of the tongue. Life. Before. Afterwards. Stretch, stretch your arms. Action. Ghosts again. Lust and fish. Caught inside endless suns. Set free in magic and prayer. Trust jazz. Mountains around your soft skull. Caves of light. Hyacinths in her hair, now wet again. Inside a love taxi, in spring. Sleeping. Jokermen. Truths. Lens. Naked sex spirits. Light through distant trees. Stone dead night. Warm my eyes. Glittering vagina. Your skin becomes time. I learn to control space and spaces.


When she speaks, the voice falls in droplets from the fifth dimension, and it's angelic. Light and muscles. Jungles. Wet roses.